"Wahu ei hoo mi eh ha ma?"
The Picturesque anear.
Three mariners involuntarily dropped back a pace or two; the fourth (the Cook) felt secure in his inconspicuousness until he discovered that he had been dropped to the ground by the Commodore's backward movement, and that the Commodore was nervelessly sitting upon him. At length the Vice, whose admiration for the French Commune had caused him to immure himself many a night with some ex-Communists who had escaped to America, asked in faltering tones,
"Q'est-ce-que vous voulez?"
"That's it," gasped the Cook, as he endeavored to reanimate the Commodore's spinal cord with the sharp end of a quill toothpick, "make the ancient mariner explain himself."
But the Ancient Mariner only shook his head with a vague look, and said,
"O hyu wuh oo mi en?"